I finished my pint and headed off over to the studio. Shock stopped me in my tracks as I reached the front door.The place was wide open. Even from the...doorway, I could see at a glance it had been trashed. I rushed in, thinking the worst. There was no sign of Angela but the studio had been totally wrecked. The casts she had shown me that waited burnishing had been smashed. The floor was littered with shards of plaster; even the furnace had been toppled onto its side. My relief at not finding. I hope we can talk more as buddies. I've been around a lot longer, and know some stuff you will want to know, and I look forward to sharing that with you. I hope you won't ever be afraid to ask." Well, I've never had a Dad. Pops has been great, but it's not the same. You know what has been neat? The way Greg and I have talked on our Thursday rides to his house. You and Greg are good buds, right?" The best!" That means you probably see things the same. I've learned a lot from him." Hey, how come. The cock finished its mission and was pulled from my cunt, some sperm dripped onto my leg. I reached down and pulled my bottoms up and turned around expecting to see my husband. My husband was not there, but the other guy was. I asked him where my husband went? He said that my husband said he was going to the bathroom and to get some more drinks and would be back, then he said that after he got out of the hot tub was when I asked him to fuck me which he did. He then told me ‘thanks skank’ and. She wanted him to leave!"C-could I just touch your butt once?" said the mailman, still frowning. Emilia couldn't say no. She was the one who started everything!"Fine, but this is the end, and it'll be the last time you come to the door to see me, okay?" She said, as she stepped backward. The mailman followed her inside.Whether she liked it or not, Gordan was working in his garage again. Emilia was on his mind since yesterday, and it intrigued him when he saw the mailman at her door. He grinned.